Imagine… You are my prisoner in my dungeon. I have you on your knees wearing a tight collar and leash, and bound to my bench. You have had to wait for me to arrive. You still dont know whats in store for you. All you know is that your situation is hopless, I alone will decide your fate. I am going to get you to lick clean a pair of my favourite boots. If you do a good job. I may allow you the privilege of remaining on your knees. You need to make sure that tongue of yours is licking every part of my boots. I have a flogger and will beat you to make sure you understand. From the beginning, I can see Im going to have to make you suffer. Your a lazy slut and you are making me angry. I want to see my boots shining, or the flogger will make sure your back has a change of colour. Eventually, as I look down on your pathetic face, you think you are finished and have done a good enough job of cleaning my boots. Not so… Im dissapointed and sick listening to your continual squeaks. So Im going to reward you with a nice TIGHT ballgag, and put your head in a plastic bag. You will helplessly suffer until I decide what to do with you. “Breath in for me” Mistress Gaia…
